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On my way to the smiths at the edge of town, who have a gallery of their own, I met a man who had a young and friendly cat. He was tending his grandson, and a shop where he would shoe a horse and sell horse-stuff (I don't know the word for these things in Dutch, my mother-tongue, so why should I know it in English). Some of that stuff had very bright colours, all of it was well-made. I whished I had a horse.